The wind blew gently across the beach, I stood there drenched in mud and sweat, my feet bare. I stared keenly at the evening sun, freedom was no longer appealing, is this it, I asked myself. It felt different from what I imagined I'd thought it'd be electrifying, you fought for this my mind taunted me, I felt bare, meaningless as I stared ahead, yes I was free but at what price. In the future, can I see past this pain, trauma, will I forget the cold feeling of chains the stinging pain of whips will I ever awaken? Will I someday forget I was once bound? Will I open my eyes to SEE the light the dark had robbed me of because even with our eyes open my friends, the possibilities of not seeing, is never slime?
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